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unearths some literary gems.
***"We've been free of that sort of person, thus far."Considering that Diane Demorney [the speaker above] had moved to Long Piddleton direct from London with no stopover in a That Sort of Person decompression chamber, it was hard to distinguish her from a London "emigrée," in other words, That Sort of Person.***Macalvie seemed to be tasting his thoughts, his words, and not his dinner.***"Why, just the other day, Miss Fludd was saying--""Miss Fludd?" Plant and Trueblood chorused.[Cf. The Can of Yams:HEATHEROh, dear--I hope it’s not a second-rate Pickle Festival. I would feel so bad for Euclid.ALAN AND DELPHINIA(Together) Euclid??]***"I'm just taking my nut-and-ginger cookies out of the oven, Mr. Jury. Your favorite. Come and have some."Mrs. Wasserman always assumed everything was Jury's favorite.***"Why is there a dog in the first-floor flat?" He didn't want to ask why it was playing the piano.***"Is this going to be another 'deep time' lecture?"...."I'm not talking about deep time; I'm talking about dark matter. Can't a person even look at the universe without being persecuted by you?"***He thought of Nancy Fludd. Her name wasn't Nancy, but he thought it fit her, and he was tired of calling her Miss Fludd.***"Silliness, my dear, is my stock in trade."***"That's your idea of 'not philosophical'? Hey, hey"--his hand shot out for the telephone--"let's call Plato, let's call Kant."***"They're always making movies around Santa Fe. If I see Robert Redford one more time I'll throw up."***Oh, do shut up! cried his other, sensible, sterner self, glaring over the top of gold-rimmed spectacles.[This character does wear gold-rimmed spectacles for reading, but I like the idea that when he's arguing with himself, only the sensible self wears the glasses.]***[A blank map, in so many words!]Melrose ran a couple of blanked-out maps of the United States through his mind.[....]It was Jury's fault, of course, this blank map.***
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